The first round of the mob's charge quickly vanished under the guns of the soldiers of the city defense army.

Another large crowd died.

The smell of blood is heavier.

Fear spread through the crowd, some began to plan a retreat, others went even crazier!

Zamba had a smile on his face, the necessary killing had worked well, and now, as long as he sent a few officers to shout a few words in front of the battle, someone would choose to surrender.

Once there is a first person, then there will be a second person, and in this way, the riot is easily controlled by him.

But his smile didn't last long.

There are people on the other side who understand this truth better than him.

I saw a group of young people in leather armor, all of them holding iron spears, calmly walking out of the crowd.

These men were obviously trained in simple tactics, and they quickly formed simple formations under the leadership of a few leaders.

When Zampa saw such a scene, he was stunned at first, and then his face was happy, because the appearance of these people meant that the person he was looking for must still be there, and it was very likely that he was the promoter of this riot.

This team must be destroyed with a thunderbolt!

Zamba thought to himself.

He took a few steps forward, took the knight's helmet from his attendant's hand and put it on his head, then quickly ran to the front of the formation and shouted, "Charge with me!"

His shouts replaced the horn of the attack.

Hundreds of soldiers of the city defense army subconsciously followed Zamba's footsteps and rushed towards the makeshift formation of the group of young people.

He wanted to overwhelmingly make these young people understand what it meant to fight.

The other side.

The commander of the city defense army, who was directing the soldiers of the other fronts to close the mob, was visibly startled when he heard that Zamba was leading the charge, and immediately ordered his troops to speed up.

So, within minutes of leading the charge from Zamba, there were military formations moving everywhere in the vicinity of this neighborhood of the slums.

The heralds went back and forth, conveying the orders of their respective detachment commanders.

The hidden scouts have long been distributed, and they are constantly watching all the movements of the mob so that they can report it to their respective commanders at any time.

Zamba waved the blade in his hand expressionlessly, facing the roaring thugs, blood appeared in an instant, and the body of the sword was infected red.

He could feel the blood splattering on his helmet, a sensation that excited the mercenary-born knight.

The soldiers who followed were also infected by Zamba's blood, and they struggled to stab out the spears that they could not hold in their hands.

At this moment, the warriors on both sides had only one belief in their hearts, that is: kill each other, and then, live by themselves!

In the face of the siege, the thugs of the slums were clearly at a disadvantage, and their rout was only a matter of time.

Zamba wielded the steel sword in his hand, taking away young lives one by one.

In just a quarter of an hour, the convenience has been greatly lost.

However, these young people did not feel afraid of death, but became more and more courageous!

Looking at the fallen young figures one by one, Zamba was shocked by the courage of the other party, these people were obviously not comparable to ordinary thugs.

This knight could even see the raging flames in the other party's immature eyes!

They are voluntary!

It's simply impossible!

Based on his experience, Zampa could feel that these people were all participating in the battle for the first time, which was equivalent to recruits, and in all the armies he had seen, there was no army recruit who could have such a firm belief!

From the bottom of his heart, this knight admired the instructors who trained these young people, and at the same time, he also had a deeper understanding of the case he investigated!

This is definitely not something that some inconspicuous nobleman made up for his own selfishness!

Although Zamba admired and vigilant in his heart, he did not have the slightest softness in his hands, he was sure that as long as he started a little slowly, he would immediately be knocked to the ground by these young people, although he was protected by knight's armor, but this would make him lose face!

The soldiers of the city defense army have begun to suffer a lot of casualties, but at this moment both sides have already killed red eyes and forgotten to retreat!

"Quick! Push forward, it's just the last point!"

Zamba fights and boosts morale!

He knew that after the young men were completely exterminated, there would be no more armed forces in the rioting crowd.

Time passes slowly!

When the last young man with a weapon fell, no one in the crowd behind him stepped forward.

Zamba silently looked at the young warrior who had fallen in front of him, the opponent's right hand was still dragging the blade of his sword, and a soldier next to him kicked the opponent in the head.

The young warrior's right hand could only slide feebly.

Zamba turned to look at the soldier, who was now smiling at him.

Immediately, he turned his head to look at the crowd further away.

These people may just be innocent, or maybe they have nothing to do with the real thugs!

However, by the time they decided to storm the front of the city defense army, their fate was already sealed.

They are destined to be abandoned.

Whether it's Zamba or those rats in the shadows, they don't care if they live or die!

A large part of these people don't even understand what's going on!

They just followed the procession blankly after their homes were destroyed, and some of them even thought that what was waiting for them in front of them would be relief from the town hall!

After all, the lord of the city, Baron Arthur, was a relatively benevolent nobleman, and when there was a disaster in the slums in the past, the town hall would always be the first to lend a hand.

They thought that this time was the same, although they wondered how those noble lords at night would take care of them, but who would think much about it at this time?

The sound of horses' hooves, the clashing of weapons, and the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart accompanied by the blood in that place completely sobered up and came to their senses after being carried away by the hot blood for a while.

Perhaps, more to be frightened!

They threw away their torches and all kinds of 'weapons' in their hands and began to flee in all directions, but their aimless escape only made the team even more crowded, and one by one they fought for their lives for a way that did not exist at all, even at the cost of trampling those who stood in their way to the ground.

Farther away, their families, the women and children, and the elderly, were already terrified, and the instinctive fear made the children cry loudly, and the women were so frightened that they covered their children's mouths.

It was the baby's crying that woke Zamba from his bloodthirsty state, and he began to look around...

In the dark of the night, with the help of the bright firelight, he could see that the surrounding area had been infected with blood red, and the disgusting smell of corpses, severed arms, thighs, and those guts that flowed out of it constantly irritated his nose.

His body was surrounded by corpses of all sizes.

The soldiers of the city defense army had already killed and injured their comrades, and the hatred had worn away the only sympathy they had had, and now the killing in particular would give them relief from the pain of losing their comrades.

The pace of the soldiers' advance is picking up, and there is already blood gushing at the front.

The 'thugs' found their escape useless, their ears filled with heart-pounding screams and cries that bordered on despair.

Slowly, some people fell to their knees and begged, begging for the other to spare their lives.

At first, there were only a few people, and the soldiers did not notice at all, and the swords in their hands incidentally ended in the lives of these people.

But before long, groups of people knelt down, and then all of them fell to their knees in the block, their mouths full of words begging for mercy.

The soldiers were stunned, and so were the officers!

Instinctively, they stopped what they were doing and looked at their temporary prefect, Knight Zamba.

Zamba stared at these people, also a little stunned, he knew that most of them were innocent, listening to the disturbing crying of children, he thought for a moment and ordered the soldiers next to him: "Let them squat in place, send a squadron of brothers to take care of them, and..."

Saying this, Zamba looked at the women and children in the distance, and he said, "Keep an eye on those people too!"